Working as a police officer in Mexico

In fact, there are many people here who work "temporarily" for drug dealers.

It’s like: Gather the number of people!

But no matter who you are, if you pick up a weapon, you are a drug dealer and an enemy, and you should be eliminated. Bullets will not fly in front of you and then look at your ID card.

A pickup truck hit a drug dealer who was blocking the road, and it was a graceful move.

There was a Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun placed in the back of the car. A drug dealer stood with headphones and sunglasses on, shooting at the supermarket rooftop!

jump jump jump…

The bullet hit the outer wall, and the cement splashed hurt his face.

This thing is for jerking off!

It's as thick as a bullet (take off your pants and draw your own strokes).

The shell casing fell off the side, and smoke could still be seen after the bullet fell to the ground after it was in the car.

On the battlefield, there is no need to aim a machine gun at all, just scan it.

The one who was shot was just too far in the back, so he was not very lucky.

jump…

Suddenly, the drug dealer who controlled the anti-aircraft machine gun threw his head back and was thrown off the pickup truck. Half of his face seemed to have been torn open.

"Requesting support! Requesting support!" The commander on the rooftop looked at the growing number of drug dealers gathering below, pressed the intercom and shouted loudly.

After all, the EDTV has only been training for three months. At most, they can be considered as farmers with elite weapons. How can you develop combat literacy without experiencing a few battles?

In 1993, the US military was defeated in Somalia. The Black Hawk crashed and killed 19 people, but nearly 3,000 people were killed!

This battle loss ratio is simply unbelievable.

You must know that the Somalis also had RPGs at that time.

What does this mean?

Combat literacy is really important. You can call Americans bad, but you can't call them bad!

Similarly, under the "human sea tactics" of drug traffickers, the EDTV was under great pressure and could only call for support.

"Understood!" came the reassuring reply from the other end of the intercom.

Then I saw four AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles coming out of the garage on the side. They had all been magically modified and hung with reactive armor with a thickness of up to 100mm, which could effectively defend against bullets and ordinary artillery shells.

The most important thing is that the main weapon was changed from a 7.5mm machine gun to the M61A1!

This thing is also commonly known as the "Vulcan Cannon"!

Armored vehicles are equipped with aircraft cannons, NMD, which is really insidious.

However, it seems that Lao Maozi also installed naval guns on the tanks.

Weapons are just large building blocks for men. As long as you dare to think, you can put anything on them.

Four AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles drove their Vulcan cannons into the group of drug dealers like demons descending from the sky.

"Run him to death! Run him to death!" The fire controller in the tank shook the driver's shoulder vigorously. The latter kicked the accelerator and knocked over a pickup truck. The drug dealer inside panicked and wanted to run out.

But he was immediately sucked in by the crawler.

The Vulcan Cannon fires very quickly and is very powerful.

A dozen drug dealers who failed to dodge in time were directly penetrated.

"Ahhh!"

He covered his wound and screamed loudly, but the next second, his head was crushed by the crawler belt!

How nice it is, not giving him any pain.

The AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicle that suddenly came out killed the drug dealers without leaving any trace behind.

"Blow it up! Blow them up with planes!" Juarez leader Armando, who was hiding in the distance and commanding remotely, saw this scene through his binoculars and was furious. While he was talking, his long hair got into his mouth. He kept sticking out his tongue and was very angry.

Mexican drug traffickers have planes.

But they are usually small planes. From 2006 to 2015, the Mexican government intercepted 599 planes, which belonged to Guzman, who opened an airline specifically for drug trafficking.

But the reputation of "King of the Sky" now belongs to Armando!

He currently has close to 70 aircraft of various types under his command. As long as they are slightly modified, the Mexican Air Force can only be defeated by them.

Faced with an increasingly uncomfortable situation, Juarez spent $700 million to convert 20 of its trainer aircraft into "Air Force!" with attack capabilities!

Weapons systems are all made by people from the United States.

As long as you give money, there will be plenty of people to help you.

"Boss, there are many high-rise buildings around here. Our plane...can't fly at low altitude. We don't have the technology." The younger brother said with a sad face.

Besides those who do acrobatics, who would fly planes around the city?

Aren't you afraid of collision?

Armando had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. He took out his gun and shot his little brother. He was killed with one shot, and he shot two more shots at the body.

"I know! I don't need you to remind me."

The other drug dealers in the room were all shocked. Armando was famous for his bad temper. You see, don't talk nonsense.

Too many words lead to mistakes!

Armando looked at the drug dealer who was defeated again, angrily threw the binoculars on the ground and cursed!

Drug dealers in other places are also complaining.

I finally managed to penetrate the chain defense of the EDTV, but before I was happy, I was wiped out by the EDM inside!

Vic wanted firepower, caliber and caliber, and the number was close to a thousand. This kind of street fighting was even more brutal, and the drug dealers dispersed too quickly.

El Mencho in Jalisco.

Chewing betel nut in his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the live broadcast on the TV. If the gunshots and screams were not too direct, others would think it was a movie.

"We have to change our minds in the future." El Mencho suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

"We will recruit retired military personnel in the future. Ordinary drug dealers have no way of increasing our combat effectiveness."

"Brother, this will make our costs higher and higher." My younger brother said with a frown.

"The cost is high, but it is better than being wiped out later."

El Mencho pointed at the drug dealer who was fleeing on the TV, "What do you think this kind of fighting power can do? It can only bully civilians. What we have to do is fight against Victor!"

Everyone looked at the TV and saw that they all knew the goods.

The gap in weapons can be filled slowly, but the gap in personnel quality is indeed huge.

"I plan to go to Guatemala and Honduras to recruit a group of soldiers to establish the new generation of Jalisco Procurement as a military organization. Gentlemen, our business is not only a business, but also a war."

El Mencho's eyes narrowed and his face was trembling, "A war that determines life and death!"

…

"Victor!!"

In Heroes' Square, the weak Zambada suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to see where Victor was through the glass.

His voice is loud!

In other words, it has been expanded.

"If you kill me, can you kill all the drug dealers in Mexico! Can you kill the drug dealers in all Latin America! Can you kill the drug dealers in the world!"

"you can not!"

"You're just a policeman. You can't change anything. You're just a stinking policeman. Those big shots whose wealth you cut off will kill you!"

Zambada is hysterical!

"Fire!" Casare ordered.

The 120mm M1981 self-propelled cannon blasted towards him.

"I am immortal! Desire will not die! Greed will not die."

jump!

When this shot went down, a mushroom cloud exploded directly, and the ground shook three times.

The people in front of the TV turned their eyes towards it, and the gray smoke dissipated. Not even a bird feather was left, and it exploded directly.

Many people swallowed their saliva.

The pair of drug dealers were shot...

Some people thought it was over.

Victor heard Zambada's roar before his death, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "The barking of a wild dog!"

Immortal?

I'll blow you up with one shot!

Let’s see if you are still alive.

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PS: I suddenly thought that maybe, maybe, Mexicans would not read this novel. . . . .